Chapter 111
ASHER
No one is home when I storm into the mansion and by no one, I mean everyone who gives a fuck about Demi; mother and my brothers. I am not surprised to find father home but the surprise kicks in when he isn’t in his study but in his bedroom.
Even with the lights turned on, his room has a dark hue to it. I find him on his couch, sipping a glass of chardonnay. The fury simmering inside me erupts like a volcano at the small smile playing on his lips when I barge into his room. He must have been expecting me. He must find everything humorous.
"How could you, father? How could you do such a thing?"
Carefully, he sets his glass down and adjust his spectacles on the bridge of his nose. "Do what, Asher?"
"With all due respect, father, playing ignorant doesn’t suit you. You know exactly what I am talking about!"
"As a matter of fact, son, I don’t. I did a couple of things today, some even involving you so unless you clarify, I’m afraid I won’t be able to follow."
Very typical of him. "Nessa confessed everything. You asked her to keep me distracted while you orchestrated Demi’s attack. Do you deny it?"
"Why would I? I did in fact send men after her to do something you clearly don’t have the balls to do. Tell me, Asher, what was your grand plan for getting rid of that thing Demi was carrying? How long had you known she was pregnant?" At my silence, he shakes his head. "I thought you were very much like me and didn’t flinch when doing what needs to be done. Are you suddenly developing a conscience?"
"I was handling it!" I snarl angrily. "You shouldn’t have interfered. Now, she’s all battered and bruised in the hospital and my brothers are asking questions and pointing fingers at me! If you had let me handle things my way, Ashley would never have found out about that baby. Demi would have terminated it quietly."
"You’re so confident she would have, aren’t you?"